Chapter 19: But You Didn't Say How

He instinctively rolled himself on top. He stopped and saw her pant with lustful eyes. He felt the blood rushing to his lower regions. It was getting more difficult for him to keep in control of himself. She knew what she said, his first name which she rarely uses. "Reid," she whispered. The animal inside him was ready to be released. He knew he couldn't claim her now or he would lose her. "Browen, I can't handle it. If I go on, I won't be able to control myself," he said in disappointment of himself. Browen felt a pang of guilt, "I'm sorry." "Don't be, I'm not." He reassured her. "You just know how to make me crazy," he softly laughed.

He got up and went for the door. "Where are you going?" "Don't worry sweets, I'm going to 'calm myself down.'" She got the hint. "Again if you feel the need to help, by all means..." "No, no, go ahead," she put her hands up. He came back and saw her looking out the window. "You seem to do that, don't you?" "Do what?" "Stare out with seriousness," he mimicked her. "Ha ha, now it's getting late," she emphasized pointing to the clock. It said 11:34. He threw the clock at the wall and it smashed. "Better?"

"Violent tendencies are a true sign of sexual frustration," she teased. "Oh yeah? I'll show you sexual frustration," Reid pounced and started to kiss and devour her skin. "Garwin! Get off!" "Already did. Remember?" he said between bites and kisses. "Garwin, ow!" "I have to repay the favor, you just did for me." He wanted Browen to feel what he felt. To want somebody so bad but can't. He slid up her shirt and started to kiss her stomach and ribs.

She was burning inside. Reid worked her up to a pant and took a second to look at her face. Browen saw the most impish, deviant smile on Reid's face. He then dropped his mouth on her naval. His tongue moving snake-like along her contours. "Not fair!" she moaned. Reid then traced a line of light kisses and hot breath across the edge of her jeans. It nearly sent Browen on the brink. When he was done with his dirty work, he inched his face over hers. Browen loved and hated how he did that to her.

Browen studied his face. Reid's face was calm and powerful, and his pale, blue eyes were electric. I hate him how he does that. Reid in turn, surveyed her face. Browen's face exuded strength and vulnerability at the same time. Her brown eyes were dark and mystifying. "Browen," he stared. "Yeah?" she smiled. "No, I just wanted to say your name." Even after all that happened, the warmest blush touched her cheeks uncontrollably. He laughed quietly. "Stay, it's really late and you can wake early and get ready for school." "What do I get in return?" "Sleeping with me?" She giggled and sighed, "You owe me Garwin."

Reid got up and went into his dresser. He picked some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. He had a tank top and shorts. "And I'm suppose to sleep in what I'm wearing?" "You can wear what you brought with you." Setting up the trap. "I brought nothing." Snap! "Well, ain't I lucky." Browen whipped a pillow in his direction but missed. He threw back the pillow. "It's too bad that I'm an asshole right now." He plopped himself on the bed and went underneath the covers. He folded his arms behind his head. "I'm waiting," he faked his impatience.

Browen went into the bathroom. She shed off one of her tank tops and jeans. Asshole. She walked out of the bathroom slightly self-conscious and placed the discarded clothes on top of his dresser. Reid admired her head to toe and gave an approving whistle. Browen snapped her head to him and gave a wry smile. Reid flipped the covers open as an invite. She walked closer to his general direction then coldly walked to Tyler's bed. She laid on top of the covers nonchalantly. Reid pouted, "I thought you agreed sleeping with me?" She turned and propped elbow and held her head. "I did. But you didn't say how."

Browen always gets a kick how she always twists his words around. Reid saw Browen posed like a pin-up girl in a tank and underwear. "Get in my bed," he commanded. "No." "Get in my bed." "Say please," she hissed. "Get in my bed...now!" "...No." He stood up still for a second. Then, he took one big step then tackled Browen. He was able to get her over his shoulder and threw her on his bed. She looked a little disheveled and agitated. He stood there with pride and dominance.

He got onto the bed. 'Now, behave," he said and pointed to her. She stuck out her tongue. Browen laid down and pulled the covers up. He did the same. Browen was on her side facing the wall. Reid's hands snaked around underneath her shirt and place his head behind hers. She adjusted her legs to allow him to fit behind her. The last thing Reid remembered is when Browen moved her arm on top of his. My Browen. Reid didn't realize he said this out loud instead of thinking it. She heard it right before she drifted to sleep.